A LEGEND OF GENERAL WOLFE 245 "No, no!" "And the one about the Frenchman's pet frog which scared away the Indians . . . and the Indian fight which turned a forest into a wilderness . . . and the wreck which wouldn't float ashore . . . I'll tell you about the wreck first. It was most peculiar, most peculiar . . .," murmured the salt absently. "The night seemed dark although a few stars were out. And all through the woods and along the shore there was an ominous stillness. There was a sense of impending tragedy, of danger, of portents . . ." The story went on. It ended. The next one began almost immediately. Then the next, and the next. Our brains were whirling. "Now, let me see . . . Did I tell you about the time the submarine fell on me?" "The . . . the submarine . . . fell on you?" "I think we'd better go now," said Jean. "The submarine fell on him!" I murmured dis¬ gustedly, as we walked up along the shore. "I think it did!" replied Jean significantly. Miminegash is the most intriguing fishing village of the Province. We should have liked to sit longer on the wharf and listen to the lobster-laden boats put- putting into the harbour; to see them unloading the greenish-black crawling lobsters—and putting them to sleep; and to hear the story of the submarine which fell on him . . . 2 The road to Cape Wolfe clings to the shore, to the high red banks overlooking the sea. And far across the